Posts Tagged ‘lamborghini’

If you drive around long enough mouth agape in your look-at-me-I’m-Barry-Bonds-except-I’m-not-but-now-that-you’ve-mentioned-it-let-me-tell-you-about-x Audi* convertible, I’m sure that you’re going to get your fair share of flies squirming about your pie-hole.

It’s a lose-lose situation for both you and the fly. Hey, it’s Jersey Shore, West Coast. YOLO, Dude:

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(Hey, did Barry Bonds get a reputation rehab? News to me.)

In aggravation, this garish vehicle has no front license plate. Tsk tsk.

In mitigation, it appeared to be driven within the realm of reason, which is surprising considering it’s an exoticar in the 415.

Perhaps Dude will maintain that Barry Bonds lettering on the side of his ride until the next Giants Victory Parade, sure to come around the end of October 2016…

*So you buy and Audi but you didn’t actually want an Audi, so you black out the famous rings and also the trademark horse collar grill so people can’t tell it’s an Audi? OK fine. One assumes the Giants objected, or maybe Audi objected in some sort of appearance of a cross-license kind of deal?

And, has this garish Aston been registered in California yet? Well, maybe, but if it has a CA license plate, it’s certainly not mounted on the back where it should be, and that’s odd, because it’s been in town for a while, oh well.

Well, since then, this vehicle has been making waves, you know, getting pulled over by the SFPD, getting ticketed by SFMTAMUNIDPTSFBC meter maids (Tough People, Good Jobs), and getting towed outta Chinatown like a beached whale.

And you know what the little people, the tiny topolino, those boring, mousy types who can only dream of being piloti di Lamborghini or a sexy-time lover ofpiloti di Lamborghini, you know what they do? They whip out their cell phones and then post photos to the Internet.

Buying a Ferraro like this one to tool around on the weekends for a little while will run you $20-something thousand in “use tax” whether you drive it a little or a lot. So what you’ll need to do is to make some arrangement with your cheesy exoticar dealer – if you think about it for a while, you’ll figure something out.*

And the Tax Man prolly won’t catch you.

So that’s why the 99% pays the CA DMV for auto registration and the 1% Ferrari / Lambo crowd does not.

*Oh, it’s a race car, not a regular car. Oh, as soon as I bought it I took it to, let’s see here, Nevada? Yeah, Nevada. As a 1%-er, I live in the crappy, windblown, high desert of Nevada instead of gorgeous California – do you buy that? Oh, that was a repositioning trip, and, you know, I hated it. I don’t actually like the job of ferrying Ferrari about, it’s such a burden. Oh, it’s…

(Aside: another demo of the Nikon P7000’s special super-high-sensitivity shooting mode. The feature really shines in street shots like this one, where there’s enough light to see by but not enough to get a good shot from a normal camera. Apart from the low 3-megapixel resolution, there’s really nothing wrong with this shot. I tweaked it a little bit in Aperture, but no more than I’d adjust a shot I took in bright sunlight with any other camera. It was more or less fine as-is.)”